The Youngest Member Filming a Parenting Show is Adorable - Chapter 120

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【120】
At the sudden interjection, the mages’ eyes widened in shock. Some shook their heads desperately in denial.
They knew all too well how relentless and incorrigible Rasifer was.
A person of ruined character. A madman. A temperamental chihuahua. A fighting dog’s spawn.
The mages took great care never to provoke Rasifer, who was secretly called such things.
But why were these fools rushing in so recklessly without understanding anything?
“Selfish?”
As expected.
A full smile spread across Rasifer’s face.
It was the kind of smile so enchanting it could captivate for a moment, yet the mages all squeezed their eyes shut.
“So you’re saying you won’t sacrifice yourself by using your Companion as an excuse, yet there are plenty of people here who have Companions! Everyone gathered here because they wanted to prioritize the greater good!”
It was naturally the Isthel faction that stepped forward boldly.
“We paid a terrible price in the last war. The Household Master and his wife fell in battle. If Laximon had provided proper support back then…!”
“….”
A brief silence fell.
Realizing the atmosphere had grown too heated, even the one who’d been shouting fell silent, reading the room.
“Ah, so.”
That was when.
“Now the death of Isthel’s Household Master is my responsibility too?”
Rasifer tilted his head at an angle and spoke each syllable slowly and deliberately.
His voice dripped with cold disdain, thick with exasperation.
“You all seem to have forgotten my age. I’m only twelve years old now. Not twenty-two, not forty-two. Even if I withdrew entirely right now and closed Laximon’s doors, who could hold me accountable?”
Honestly, there wasn’t a word of lie in it.
Though Awakeners could think maturely regardless of age, that didn’t make them adults.
Of course, Rasifer Laximon’s abilities were extraordinary.
But his manners were equally abysmal.
He didn’t just match adults—he towered above them entirely.
Yet if one insisted he was still a child, there was nothing to say against it.
Because it was the truth.
“Stop the gaslighting and have some shame.”
Having stated his case cleanly, Rasifer even sighed at the elderly men whose faces had turned crimson.
“Well then, shall we move on to a more constructive discussion?”
Galiazard opened his mouth in a soothing tone.
But then Household Master Ixid of Belarion, who had been silent until now, cut in.
“I have a question.”
His cool remark carried a force that commanded attention.
“Why is Fasayen trying to gloss over the fact that you possess a Physis Master? Your granddaughter is quite remarkable.”
In that instant, an enormous aura surged from two places.
One was Rasifer.
The other was Diagon Fasayen.
Diagon sat through the entire meeting with an indifferent expression.
He filled his seat.
That was all.
He had no opinions he wished to voice, nor any tasks he particularly wished to avoid.
If fighting was necessary, he would fight.
He simply did not wish to be separated from his children for long.
But then again, wasn’t that the sentiment shared by every parent who went to war?
He could hardly whine about receiving special treatment.
So if war came, he would participate. And he would return home as quickly as possible.
That was the position Diagon maintained.
‘But if anyone touches my daughter, the conversation changes.’
He had already warned his father.
If young Superti were sent to war in any manner, if those beautiful eyes were forced to witness the carnage of blood and flesh—
He would abandon his name, forsake his household, and leave the kingdom behind.
He would live his remaining years as nothing, protecting his daughter until death claimed him.
Therefore, his father had to protect Superti in this very meeting.
Unless he wished to see him go mad and destroy the household.
The fact that he had never warmed to Rasifer might, perhaps, be a form of tribal prejudice.
“Hmm, did the Laximon Household Master’s proxy not say earlier? Do not burden a child with responsibility.”
Galiazard tapped the table lightly and smiled broadly.
Though Ixid could not have failed to understand the hint to stop, he deliberately added another remark.
“We don’t know when this war will break out. What if the Laximon Household Master’s proxy and Fasayen’s Physis Master both reach adulthood before it does?”
This was a form of provocation.
Forcing him to say ‘I will participate’ with his own mouth.
Since Rasifer had tried to withdraw by citing the excuse of being a child, the question of what he would do when he was no longer a child was answered with terrifying composure.
“Threatening a child—how shameful of an adult.”
“Do not hide behind age. I speak of the responsibility that comes with great power.”
“Then let the adults of today bear that responsibility. Either prevent war from breaking out, or end it quickly. Does no one here have children? If I must go to war as well, who do you think will die? Me?”
The chamber fell silent for a moment at words so undeniably true.
After all, everyone present had children and grandchildren.
If war came, someone would be discarded like a consumable and lose their life.
And with high probability, it would not be those of Household Master rank.
“If you have the energy to waste on pointless talk, sleep more instead. This meeting is useless unless Isthel’s Household Master’s proxy arrives. He’ll be the commander anyway, won’t he?”
“Yes.”
“Or what? No one trusts the Belarion Household Master anyway. Are you trying to give the commander’s position to the Belarion Household Master?”
Rasifer’s words contained no falsehood.
Even the Belarion Household Master himself, the subject in question, offered no rebuttal.
“I’m leaving now. Call me back when we can have a productive conversation.”
Rasifer, his delicate brow faintly furrowed, levitated his body using magic.
Galiazard made no move to stop him, merely murmuring a religious phrase from some distant land beneath his breath.
The gathering of the Four Great Ducal Houses ended, leaving only chaos in its wake.
It had been a fierce battle with neither side yielding an inch.
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Whether adults took matters seriously or not, children always found their own amusement.
Today was finally the day we’d venture into the city center.
“Tosil, did you pack everything?”
“Yes!”
“Then let’s go.”
Mikard, Elzen, Iliad, and Naiad.
Venturing out with my four older brothers, I wore an adorable dress in white and sky blue.
The outfit, designed with minimal cumbersome decorations to keep it light, looked more like the dress of a wealthy commoner’s daughter than that of a noble girl.
But we all dressed to appear exactly that way, since we didn’t want to stand out to the people around us.
‘Besides, this rabbit bag goes perfectly with this outfit, so I’m happy.’
The bag slung over my shoulder was white with a fluffy rabbit face on it.
I couldn’t express how delighted I’d been when Elzen gave it to me the year before last.
“Even if we split up and explore separately, we’ll meet at the Square Fountain when the sun sets.”
“Okay. Got it.”
Mikard nodded lightly at Elzen’s words.
After that, we all climbed into a large carriage together, since it was customary not to use Awakener abilities within the Imperial Palace grounds if possible.
It could be considered a threat to the Imperial Family, after all.
“Shu, you’re planning to look around the shoe shops, right?”
“Yes!”
“Let’s go together. I only need to stop by the bookstore anyway. And I’ll buy a gift for Joy.”
Elzen spoke to me affectionately.
Joy had remained in the Fasayen Territory, and it seemed we’d promised to bring back a gift for him.
‘I want to give something to Rasifer too.’
A letter from Rasifer had arrived this morning as well.
Since he’d mentioned the paper crane hairpin, I’d become eager to give him a gift in return.
‘But what on earth should I give him?’
Since Laximon is a magical household, he probably wouldn’t care for a sword.
But I didn’t know his tastes well enough to give him a necklace, ring, or earrings.
“Older brothers, what would you want to give your companion as a first gift?”
“Huh? All of a sudden?”
Iliad, who had been examining his dagger in the sunlight, tilted his head in confusion.
“Just. I was thinking ahead about what I’d give if I ever got a companion.”
“What what what? You’re getting what?”
In an instant, Iliad jumped up and smacked his head against the ceiling.
“Ow, that hurts!”
“…I sometimes hate that you’re my twin, Iliad.”
“No, she just said something weird! A companion, what companion! She’s barely old enough to understand what that means! What companion!!”
Iliad suddenly raised his voice in anger, veins bulging in his neck.

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